47 : So mean

 What else could it be but a pervert?

After finishing his rant, Yin Luo cautiously glanced at Duan Muze's expression—he didn't seem very angry, his expression was cold and profound.

He was now somewhat unable to figure out this man. The Duan Muze of the past, though cold, had many subtle expressions, and his thoughts were always written on his face; Yin Luo could easily detect something was wrong with a little observation.

But now…

how could he have changed so much?

Yin Luo hadn't expected that he was so important to Duan Muze that he could change the other's character, so he attributed all this change to life's experiences. For a long time after he finished ranting, neither of them spoke. Duan Muze's gaze remained fixed on him.

"You…" Yin Luo wanted to say stop looking at me, but then felt it sounded a bit narcissistic. After hesitating for a few seconds, he used a weak tone, "How do you want to catch up?"

Duan Muze finally spoke: "Let's talk about how you've been doing these past few years abroad."

He walked over as he spoke, stopping very close to Yin Luo.

Over the years, both of them seemed to have grown taller. Duan Muze was now a head taller than him, and his shoulders were much broader. Yin Luo tried to back away, but the table behind her pressed firmly against his lower back.

There was no way to escape.

Realizing this, Yin Luo stopped struggling and looked up to meet the man's gaze directly: "Just... going to school, reading, taking exams, traveling, things like that."

Duan Muze: "Traveling with whom?"

Don't you know who you're traveling with...? If it weren't for the fear of ruining the mission, Yin Luo really wanted to give Duan Muze a good beating and then expose him for having people follow her every day for the past few years.

Because the first time she traveled with a classmate, the other person was frightened by those black-clad bodyguards and thought it was some kind of mafia, so after that, Yin Luo always traveled alone.

Perhaps this was also one of Duan Muze's ways of punishing her.

"By myself." Yin Luo was starting to get a little impatient.

Duan Muze continued: "Are you dating anyone?" Yin Luo

raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and was about to say no when the system notification sounded: [Host, answer carefully, be careful of the character going out of character!] [

If your OOC exceeds 30%, you will be severely punished.]

Yin Luo: "..."

This world doesn't want him to live a good life.

He began to seriously consider how to answer this question well—saying that he hadn't dated anyone would

definitely not fit his character as a hot-tempered, brainless villain; saying that he had would definitely anger Duan Muze.

And it would be very serious.

Yin Luo didn't want to experience what happened in the car again.

His palms were almost burned, and they were still red.

Yin Luo's reaction was already slow, and being asked by the system made him even slower, and he dawdled for a long time without answering. However, in Duan Muze's eyes, such hesitation was equivalent to indecisiveness. Did

Yin Luo really find another man?

Even sending people to follow him every day couldn't get rid of those flies? Duan Muze's eyes turned cold: "Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because you have skin hunger that you can't live without men?"

"Did you let him kiss you? Did he help you?"

"Was it as comfortable as me?"

Yin Luo's mind went blank from being embarrassed by his words: "I wasn't comfortable either."

Duan Muze was obviously stunned for a moment.

This reaction made Yinlu feel like she had gotten away with it, and her tone even became smug: "You made me hurt and sore, and I'm still not comfortable. If you don't know how to do it, practice on your own first."

These words were clearly sarcastic.

Before the person being mocked could even react, Yinlu herself felt embarrassed.

Had she gone too far?

Actually... it wasn't that uncomfortable.

"Okay, these past few years abroad have been very boring, I... I've said everything." Yinlu slowly reached out, "Give me my clothes, I'm leaving."

The young man's palms were red from being rubbed, and the redness hadn't completely faded yet.

But compared to when she helped him bathe, it was much better. Duan Muze couldn't help but recall how Yinlu had been trapped in the car. The space was cramped, and when the young man cried, the scent of his skin filled the air.

Their breaths mingled, and they exchanged body heat.

The low sobs never stopped until the young man passed out.

Duan Muze's breathing was still erratic.

"...Duan Muze?"

Yinlu called out tentatively.

The man clearly wasn't going to let him leave, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to bring him to this deserted island. He just hadn't expected the other man to lift him onto the table.

Perhaps because of the height difference, Duan Muze used to like lifting him onto tables.

But when this happened, it usually meant he wanted to kiss him.

Seeing the man's face getting closer, Yin Luo couldn't

resist and could only close his eyes in fright—

after a few seconds, instead of being pried open, his ankle was gently cupped in a hand.

Yin Luo opened his eyes, and Duan Muze was putting a thin silver chain on his ankle. He instinctively resisted: "What are you putting on me? I don't want it." Yin

Luo had always been fair-skinned and pretty, and his family liked to dress him in small pieces of jewelry. But after being teased by some classmates for his mother's lack of attention, he could refuse to wear them anymore.

"Shang Chengnin often gives you these too?" Duan Muze lifted his eyelids, his cold tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of jealousy. "What's wrong? Is mine cheaper than his?"

Yin Luo: "..."

He didn't reply, and couldn't help but complain to the system: [Why is he showing off his wealth?] System

: [Host, this one is indeed not cheap.]

Yin Luo snorted: [But I don't want to wear it.]

System: [The anklet is already very good; in the original plot, this was a shackle.]

Yin Luo: [...]

He swallowed hard, saying nothing more, letting Duan Muze put it on for him.

The cool, slender silver chain encircled his delicate, fair ankle. The young man was thin, with a protruding bone in his foot, and thin, translucent, bluish-purple veins.

It fit perfectly.

Duan Muze stared at it carefully for a long time before reluctantly letting it go: "Let's go downstairs to eat in a bit."

Yin Luo breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he could at least have a full stomach.

Duan Muze turned around and heard a muffled thud. He looked back; the young man still had flushed sleep marks on his cheeks, looking like a lazy cat, yet he was looking at him earnestly: "Do we have to wait a little longer?"

Duan Muze's heart skipped a beat.

He had the illusion that the past few years had just been a dream, that Yin Luo hadn't broken up with him, and that they had always been together.

Quickly regaining his composure, Duan Muze's voice was a little hoarse: "Wait a moment.

"

Yin Luo was surprised that Duan Muze had brought him a complete set of clothes upon his return, including slippers.

The size was perfect.

He had no idea that a room full of clothes, delivered overnight and all made to his size, were stored there.

Fortunately, Duan Muze left the room, and Yin Luo quickly changed. Once outside, he realized his room was on the second floor; the outside temperature was higher than inside, but not hot enough to make him sweat.

Yin Luo followed Duan Muze downstairs.

The house looked like a vacation

villa, fully furnished and equipped, but clearly not frequently lived in. Several housekeepers were in the living room; one was cooking in the kitchen, and several others were cleaning.

Yin Luo was grateful Duan Muze had given him clothes; otherwise, dressed like that, people would definitely think he was a kept woman.

Duan Muze probably didn't want that association, which was why he gave him clothes.

Of course, the young man didn't know that Duan Muze's reason for giving him clothes wasn't to distance himself.

How could a man let others see Yin Luo's exposed skin?

The aroma wafted from the restaurant; various dishes were laid out on a long table, not many of each, but abundant in variety, along with unidentified tropical fruits and desserts.

Yinluo swallowed hard.

He had slept until noon and was already starving.

Yinluo's appetite hadn't increased in recent years, but because he was hungry, he ate a little more than usual. Duan Muze kept a close eye on the young man's actions out of the corner of his eye throughout.

His cheeks were puffed out, chubby, and he would occasionally stick out his tongue to lick off any cream that accidentally got on his lips.

Lost in thought, the man's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He picked up the glass of cold water beside him, but couldn't suppress the burning heat in his heart.

He felt that all his desensitization therapy over the years had been for nothing—every time he received a photo of Yinluo in his email, he would print it out and hang it above his bed. If Yinluo's expression was particularly captivating one day, he would have a very vivid dream that night.

A bizarre dream.

And so Yinluo would also become a bizarre figure in his dream. He

could even do some more perverse things.

He thought that by focusing on just one person each day, he could remain calm and composed when they finally met. But no one could perceive the turmoil raging within him.

He wanted to kiss Yinluo.

He wanted to pinch his chin and force his mouth open.

He wanted to see him cry and call his name.

He wanted to smear that cream all over him and then eat it all.

…

Yinluo couldn't eat anymore.

Partly because he was already full, and partly because Duan Muze's gaze was too direct.

He coughed, unable to resist reminding him, “…Aren't you going to eat?”

Duan Muze's voice was hoarse as he replied, “Not hungry.”

Yinluo said “Oh.”

Then the other suddenly spoke again, “I already ate your food last night.”

Yinluo

: “—!”

He almost choked, his ears and neck turning bright red. He wanted to curse, but found he only knew words like “pervert.” But Duan Muze, shameless as he was, was clearly immune to such words.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself, pretending not to understand, and continued eating in small bites.

The man who had teased her, leaving her both angry and embarrassed, smiled slightly. After

dinner

, Yin Luo knew he couldn't go back, so he didn't bother and went to his room to sleep.

When he woke up in the afternoon, Duan Muze wasn't there.

He assumed he'd gone to another room.

But Duan Muze wasn't there for the next two days, apparently not on the island.

He was living quite comfortably.

Every day, someone prepared lavish meals, the bathtub had a massage function, and he could even go to the beach to enjoy the sea view.

Of course, he was

always accompanied by two bodyguards—the same two who had been with him abroad.

Aside from not being able to access the internet or contact the outside world, Yin Luo felt like a useless person being kept in the villa. He even teased the system: "System, do I look like one of those canaries in novels?"

The system was silent for a few seconds: "But canaries have to sleep with big shots and be very good at it."

Yin Luo trembled at the mention of this.

He still needed to find a way to escape.

Yin Luo decided to first cultivate a good relationship with the two bodyguards. On the sweltering beach, the two bodyguards remained highly professional, dressed in heat-absorbing black suits, standing like two walls around him.

He stared at them for a moment, then handed the drink to the slightly more approachable-looking man on the right: "Would you like some?"

The young man's skin was fair, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the sun, giving him a pleasant fragrance.

His lips were moist from drinking water.

Even his voice was soft and gentle.

The tall bodyguard had been trained among a group of men of similar build, all foul-mouthed and loud-voiced; he had never seen a man like Yin Luo.

He had followed the young man abroad for three years, never understanding why the Duan family patriarch was so fixated on a man who seemed to be all show and no substance.

Now, he seemed to understand.

The young man gently shook the bottle at him, the mole on his wrist particularly striking,

as if it absorbed all the sunlight.

Tiny droplets of water clung to the bottle's rim.

Clearly, he had drunk from it.

The bodyguard stiffened, and after a moment's hesitation, refused the young man's offer.

"Forget it, let's go back." Seeing that his attempts to appease him were futile, Yin Luo lowered his eyelashes and returned to the villa dejectedly. Little did he know that his casual remark had almost ruined the well-trained, top-notch bodyguard's composure.

*

The next day, Yin Luo planned to continue pestering that man, but after searching the villa twice, he couldn't find him.

He happened to find an aunt in the kitchen. He went over, realizing he didn't know her surname, and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you know where that guy in sunglasses went?"

The aunt had overheard gossip that morning, so she naturally knew. But before she could speak, she saw the man behind Yin Luo and immediately shut her mouth, lowering her head to continue working.

Seeing her drastic change in expression, Yin Luo had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, a gloomy, familiar voice came from behind him—

"I've only been gone a few days, and you've already started looking for other men?"

Yin Luo turned around. Duan Muze's face was dark, his lips tightly pressed together, a stark contrast to the bright sunshine outside.

He bit his lip lightly, his palms slightly sweaty.

A moment later.

Duan Muze shifted his gaze to the kitchen: "I think I mentioned before that his words are quite effective when I'm not around."

"Answer his questions."

This was directed at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper rarely spoke to this taciturn employer; she knew wealthy people were often eccentric, but Duan Muze was particularly intimidating. Afraid of being fired, she forced herself to say, "He...he was fired."

She paused, stunned.

Incredulously, Yinluo glanced at Duan Muze: "Why did you fire him?"

"Because of you, Yinluo," Duan Muze said coldly, "because you said unnecessary things to him."

Yinluo's temples throbbed, suppressing her temper: "Then what have you been doing these past few days?"

Duan Muze enunciated each word clearly: "Preparing for the wedding."

Yinluo: "What?"

Duan Muze: "Preparing for our wedding."

Perhaps it was because she had inexplicably caused someone to lose their job, or perhaps it was the fearful expression on her aunt's face earlier, but this time Yinluo couldn't hold back her temper any longer, unleashing it all at Duan Muze: "Who wants to marry you? I've already made it very clear to you, I don't like you, and I never will!"

"Even if I never get married in this life, I will never be with you."

Even after waiting three years for her to return to the country, even after he had already snatched her away, Duan Muze still firmly remembered Yinluo's words—that such things could only be done after marriage.

But Yinluo said she wouldn't be with him.

Then… he couldn't be blamed.

Duan Muze's eyes were dark and unreadable. His tone, however, was sinister, making Yinluo tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't you want a wedding?"

"Whatever you say."

"Let's skip the wedding and move on to the next step."

*

Bathroom.

Steam filled the air.

The young man sitting in the bathtub was completely naked, his slender yet supple figure appearing delicate and fragile. Traces of tears still lingered on his face.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his lips clearly showed signs of being severely abused.

Yin Luo sniffed, his voice nasal: [Didn't you say you'd shield me from pain?]

The system, still not released from the mosaic and only able to hear its host's voice for the time being: [...Host, I've spent four hours in the mosaic tonight.]

Yin Luo pursed his lips.

He looked down, the clear water beneath him gradually becoming murky, the murky substance floating from his legs—these were the thicker patches.

There were also thinner patches, already dried,

forming small, somewhat opaque membranes.

Yin Luo was thin, but he had flesh in all the right places, especially his thighs.

At this moment, he tried to wash those mottled patches, but the pain made him unable to bring himself to touch them.

Yinluo's tears fell into the water.

What to do?

It seems swollen.

Duan Muze... how could he be so cruel?

Just as she finished complaining, a man knocked on the bathroom door. Yinluo tensed up: "Don't come in!"

The bathroom door wasn't locked, and Yinluo's voice trembled.

Fortunately, Duan Muze was obedient and remained standing outside.

The man's deep voice, though muffled by the water vapor, clearly reached Yinluo's ears.

"Yinyin, be good." "

Soaking in the water can easily make you faint."

"When you got up, your legs were covered in tears."

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